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Night
A little fright
Something out of sight
A real sick blight
Out of Cursed Earth
Where no room for mirth
Crept in my bed
Got into my head
Felt better than dead
Round I said
Sound instead
High pitched scream
What did it mean
Sonic intervention
Some new De'ath invention?
Call crime prevention
Judge, living, quick
Feeling damned, sick
On our way
Say
What's your name?
Don't know - insane!
We're on our way
Hold on hey?
Head in the sky
Need a PSI
Anderson's out
Sent some scout
Not a droid at least
But some Dread-ed beast
Crawled round my cranium
Found nothing but geranium
Douglas, my name
Meet Adam Skit, my game
Losing it
Don't know how
Don't worry
We can see it now
Pull you down to earth
Mega City, the first
Got him, he's back
In one piece
Lock him up
Receiving
Three.